02 October 2009

On The Road

Indicators that you've been living out of your car for too long:

  • Neither your deodorant, nor your toothbrush, have resided in your bathroom in two weeks. Sure, they make occasional guest appearances, but never move back to the shelf or the drawer; instead, they take up their places in the gym bag.
  • To do laundry, you empty out your car.
  • To find clean clothes, you go trunk diving.
  • All five pairs of sunglasses you own live in your centre console... as well as your Blockbuster Online moves, backup wallet, and... just about everything else.
  • Your parents send you emails asking how your life is going and what you've been up to lately.
  • There's a stack of mail at least eight inches high waiting for you at home.
  • Need to go to the gym? No problem. Everything's in the car. Teaching a circuit class? Oh, you've got your Action Kids gear there, too. Headed to the beach? There's a suit and towel in the trunk. Surprise date night? All you need to look cute can be found behind the passenger seat!
  • The guitar you played two Fridays in a row is still in the back seat...
  • You come home and there's a strange dog in your house... but you're not surprised. She could have been around for weeks, now.
  • Your baby brother calls you from across the hall to say because he doesn't know you're home.
  • All of the foods you like that are normally stockpiled in the fridge have either been eaten by someone else, or are expired.
  • There are more options for perfume in your gym bag than in your bathroom.
  • You've refilled your car stock of shampoo and conditioner (twice) since the last time you bought some for your house.
  • Ants don't even bother invading your room anymore. Really, when was the last time you had water or food in there, anyway?
  • When you open your closet, you find clothes you completely forgot you had.
  • Your parents squint at you for a moment when you walk in the door... though it usually doesn't take longer than three or four seconds to recognise you.

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